(I DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY) this lovely work is made by EveryThursday Summary: Hermione learns about growing up through the redemption of Draco Malfoy Warnings: Graphic, Psychological Trauma, Character Death, Strong Profanity, Torture Disclaimer: In its use of property and characters belonging to JK Rowling, Warner Bros, Bloomsbury Publishing. No profit is being made from this work.

Five years into to the war, the Order is pulling ahead after ages of drastically losing. Draco Malfoy notices. He wants in. He offers himself as a double agent, but the Order requests more. They've created a new spell that binds two people's magical cores together in order to make a nearly unbeatable pair of duelists. Draco agrees to bind himself to the person most compatible with his magical core. Even if it is Hermione Granger.

A smutty dramione one shot featuring Victrola: One of Europes' most secretive and scandalous Brothels. "I wasn't going to touch you." He uttered without moving. "At least not in the way you were thinking unless you want me to." He smirked at his words. "If you even try and attempt anything I'll scratch and bite." She hissed "Oh you will crawl and beg to" (#1 - in secret societies)

This is a smutty one-shot with no real plot. Sexual content and an extreme fantasy, so don't read if you're not into that. Hope you guys like it!

"He distracted her from her need to know the unknown." When Hermione Granger is kidnapped at Malfoy Manor, Voldemort puts Draco Malfoy in charge of her to redeem himself after failing his last mission, forcing the two rivals together. TW: Language, Mentions of Sex + Self Harm Takes place during DH part 1 & 2 I do not own any of the characters or original Harry Potter storyline! I only own my changes to it! Nor do i support/respect JK Rowling

THIS IS NOT MINE originally from fanfiction.net so I've republished this because Dramionehub deleted this here awhile ago. and please enjoy the story as I did. Two years after the war, a young stranger pays a visit to the burrow. His arrival alone is baffling, but the news he brings of an upcoming war turns the world upside down. Hermione's quiet, post-war life will never be the same.

"Princess," Draco's voice sliced through the silence, dangerously close to where she was hiding, "I know you're here somewhere." Hermione muffled her ragged breaths. He was clearly enjoying this. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

Draco pushed her to the wall, kissed her roughly on the lips, then punched the glass window beside her head. It smashed into pieces and the crowd who had parted for him seconds ago gasped. Hermione couldn't. She couldn't even breathe. What have you done? This story does NOT BELONG to me. All credits go the author.

How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco's daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing morning coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can't find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why is morning coffee with Draco Malfoy the only thing that makes sense anymore? *cover art created by @eternallyreadinggoodthings

Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic fall to the power of the Dark Lord. Harry and the Weasleys manage to escape, but Hermione finds herself stuck in the castle. Will she be able to stay safe and find her way back to her friends? Warning, includes strong language and smutty lemon... Music suggestions added from Youtube if you like. Also available on fanfiction .net * Disclaimer* I do not own anything but the storyline, it's all the property of J.K Rowling. Art by UpTheHill (http://upthehillart.tumblr.com/)